Play With Fire ~Zuko X Reader~

-9- Traveling Refugees

"I didn't find anything to eat! I can't live like this! I wasn't meant to be a fugitive. This is impossible!" Prince Zuko looked over to Iroh, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Iroh was staring at the bush before him, "You're looking at the rare white dragon bush. Its leaves make a tea so delicious, it's heartbreaking. That, or it's the white jade, which is poisonous."

I placed my hand on my teacher's shoulder, "I would rather you not take that risk Sifu."

Prin- i mean Zuko started walking away, "We need food, not tea. I'm going fishing."

"Hmm ... delectable tea? Or deadly poison?"

"I'm going to help him," I stood, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I turned back around, "Or anything I would do."

About an hour later, Zuko and I walked back to camp.

"Zuko, (Y/N), remember that plant I thought might be tea?"

I glared, Zuko spoke, "You didn't..."

"I did..." He turned around, he had a harsh rash covering his swelling form, "and it wasn't."\

Zuko dropped the wood in his hands, screaming.

"When the rash spreads to my throat, I will stop breathing," Iroh held up a twig covered in berries, "But look what I found. These are bacui berries, known to cure the poison of the white jade. That, or maka'ole berries that cause blindness."

Zuko stormed over and chucked the twig into the woods, "We're not taking any more chances with these plants! We need to get help."

"But where are we going to go?" Iroh was scratching his rash, "We're enemies of the Earth Kingdom and fugitives from the Fire Nation."

Zuko looked at me, "If the Earth Kingdom discovers us, they'll have us killed."

I glared, "But if the Fire Nation discovers us, we'll be turned over to Azula."

"Earth Kingdom it is."

I laughed, "Fine, I'll get everything. Let's head off."

We soon found ourselves in a medical building. A woman was tending to my teacher, and I sat next to Zuko in the chairs lined up along the wall.

"You three must not be from around here. We know better than to touch the White Jade, much less make it into tea and drink it," She smiled as she tended to the rash, "So where are you traveling from?"

I could feel Zuko's nerves from his seat beside me, "Yes, we're travelers."

The woman turned to us, "Do you have names?"

"Names? Of course we have names!" He glanced at me, but I motioned for him to keep going, "I'm, uh ... Lee and this is my Uncle, uh ... Mushi?"

She began putting lotion on Iroh's rashes, "And the young lady?"

I smiled, bowing slightly, "My name is Tani. I'm just an old family friend of theirs." (If that's your actual name, then just come up with another one.)

"Yes, Tani here is quite lovely," Iroh smirked, "my nephew was named after his father, so we just call him Junior."

I tried not to laugh as Zuko glared at his uncle, silently threatening him. Hopefully in a joking matter.

"Mushi, Junior and Tani, huh. My name is Song. You three look like you could use a good meal. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Zuko grabbed my hand, "Sorry, but we need to be moving on."

"That's too bad," She put the lid back on the lotion jar, "My mom always makes too much roast duck."

That caught Iroh's attention, "Where do you live exactly?"